His shoes were there but where was Jim? An anxious Sarah searched for the little boy she was babysitting.
Tearing up, she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Thinking that the Martins had returned early, she opened the door to find Brandon, the Martins’ nephew and a popular boy from her school whom she avoided at all costs.
Her worried expression had immediately caught his attention.
“What’s wrong?” There was genuine concern in his voice.
Sarah gulped back tears and blurted, “I’ve lost Jim! ”
Brandon’s face broke into a grin.
“First time babysitting for him?”
She nodded, unsure why he was smiling. Didn’t the idiot realize how serious this was?
“My aunt must have forgotten to mention, Jim has a habit of disappearing unless you say the magic word.”
“Abracadabra! ” he said loudly and out popped Jim from the lower cabinet.
Brandon bent down. “That wasn’t very nice, you should have given Sarah a heads up. Please, say sorry.”
Jim trotted up to a relieved Sarah and apologized.
“Go on, give her a hug, you really scared her,” smiled Brandon.
For some reason Sarah felt herself blushing as she looked across at Brandon and decided he wasn’t such a jerk after all.